A Game of Tag

This blog was prompted by my wife's aunt Jenny, whose blog is http://jenzai.wordpress.com/. Come back someday, but go there now!

It's a fun game. I write a 6-word biography title and then post a link to the blog of the person who told me to do so. Then I tag five other bloggers (I think this is done via email, but I will do at least one traditional in-person tag.) While Dr. Bingpickler is gnawing through his gag, I'm going to explain my 6-word biography title.

Home is a difficult thing to define. My current definition is this: "wherever me and Virgie typically sleep." However, I often use the word to refer to my ancestral home outside of Duvall, Washington. It's here that I'm referring to in the title of my biography, and in this post from here on. I love my home, and that's exactly why I'm filled with a deep sense of disappointment and longing whenever I'm there. I long that all the old wounds my family has will be healed. I long to be a part of my family, as my distance and uncommunicativeness render me currently incapable. I want our property to stay in our hands, and become a testament to our ability to work together for good (and ecological and financial stability.)

I have a wonderful ability to put all these feelings aside when I'm not on one of my annual or (at least this year) biannual visits. Anyway, I've taken too long already and Dr. Bingpickler is making progress, so here's the title: "Home is where the hurt is."